What is the most you have ever won or lost in a casino in a single night (or day)?

Cool story bro

 

Most I've ever won is $350.

I usually only spend 40 bucks a time.

(The casino we go to is ten minutes away)

 

Only have gambled ONE TIME and in VEGAS. Won about $1200.

 

$1800 on the first night. lost it all gradually throughout the week.

 

$800 in Tunica.

 

Lost 2 or 3 hundred playing blackjack.

Never won anything significant to my recollection.

Only have been to a casino a handful of times though.

Not a big fan of gambling. Have an uncle that killed himself due to a combination of addictions to gambling and prescription medication.

 

Lost 900 at a sports book in a single day....Won 600 combination craps and blackjack on a trip to Isle of Capri. Ended up losing about 800 on tilt at the dog track simulcast one day. I must have churned and burned several thousand in 5 hours (up as much as 900, down as much as 2 grand- ended up -800)

 

It tends to happen that way. I'm not much of a gambler, but I've been with some buddies who win pretty big on the first night or day and end up coming out about even by the time we leave.

 

I hear you. I wasn't trying to act all righteous or anything. My uncle had serious issues beyond the gambling, including depression, but the gambling itself became a serious addiction. From what I've heard, he would save up money then periodically (like every few months) leave Houston in the middle of the night and drive to Vegas. He apparently thought he could beat the system. Not sure what game or games he played. I do know that when he killed himself, he had apparently been up hundreds of thousands of dollars but couldn't stop and ended up deep in the hole. He went back to his hotel room, wrote a letter to his family then shot himself.

 

I lost 700$ of my parents money. hehehehehhehe, life nearly ended the day after.

 

Im not exactly sure, but probably around 15,000.

 

I Went to Vegas and won $1600 on a 7 game NBA parlay the first night I was there and first time ever doing a parlay. It came down to the last game and was decided by a crazy flagrant foul with less than a minute left in the NJ v Portland game. Portland had to win by 7 points and the were down 25 in the first half and over 15 in the 4th. Spent half of it at the strip club that night. Was awesome.

 

$40 is my loss limit per day. I am not much of a high stakes gambler. Usually stick with the cheapest black jack table and break even. I have only hit my loss limit once.

 

I won 2k the the only time I have ever gambled in Vegas. I was smart enough to quit while I was ahead.

 

What were you playing, and how much were you betting.

I've won as much as $600 in a day and lost maybe $250 in a day. I usually play blackjack at $5-$25 per hand.

 

I have lost about $1,000 in one day and won over $10,000 over the course of 3 days.

Overall, am up on Vegas......but now, I mostly play Poker when I go.

DD

 

I've won about four dollars on one trip.

I've lost about 10 dollars once. It was a brutal black jack dealer.




I just go to casinos to watch my friends lose money. :grin:

 

From my book. (Gambling story that happened to me, but wrote about it in book. This is excerpt.)



Maxim #20: Always bet on _________.

Right after college—broke and bulletproof—I whipped up a guaranteed scheme to win money at roulette. The idea was to keep betting on black (courtesy of Wesley Snipes from Passenger 57: “Always bet on back”), and then if you lose, you just bet more money on black, then repeat, then repeat until you’re up. It can’t fail. As long as you bet more than you’re down—and you keep betting on black—mathematically you must win money.

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Caesar’s. Lake Tahoe. We get to the casino at 6pm, eager and sober. With only $337 in my checking account, I withdraw $100 from the ATM and plunk the whole bounty on black. The ball spins round and round…red. Damnit. No panic, no panic, I have a theory. I jog back to the ATM and withdraw $200. Again I put it all on black. The ball spins round and round…red. Huh. Now I’m down three bills.

So again I hit the ATM. Only four minutes have passed. I’m broke, but I cash-advance $300 with my credit card, which means getting finger-printed from the cashier-girl and filling out a packet of loser-loan-papers. My buddies Jamie and Evan look at me in horror. I haven’t even had one free drink. The dealer thinks I’m nuts. Already down $300, I take the new three hundred dollar bills—which belong to Master Card, technically—and put them all on black. The ball goes round and round…Red.

Six minutes passed, Six hundred dollars lost. This is more than I make in a week. Jamie throws an arm around my shoulder and says, “Hey man, let’s go play some nickel slots.” No. Not yet. I have a theory. I have a plan. The whole point is that you must keep betting on the same thing, so I cash advance $600 from my credit card, and the girl at the cashier’s window—who just finger-printed me—looks at me sadly, makes me fill out more loser-loan-forms, and slips me a self-help-brochure called “When the Fun Stops.”

Back to the table. I’m down $600. I think about putting it on red. Red’s hot, right? No, that’s a sucker’s move. There’s no such thing as “hot” or “cold,” that’s a fallacy, the odds are all the same. I remember Wesley Snipes. I stick to my guns. I put the $600 on black. Since I’m playing at a low-stakes table—the old geysers are all betting $1 or $2—all eyes are on my bet. People betting on red wish me good luck. I feel like I’m in a Bond movie.

The ball goes round and round and round….lands on black!!!!!....WHOO HOOO!!!!! and then bounces to red. Red 16.

So in the span of nine minutes, I lost one thousand, two hundred dollars.1

The moral, the maxim? You are not infallible. Your theories have weaknesses. And slavish adherence to some crazy plan without listening to your friends—whether in roulette, sports, relationships, parenting, or searching for WMDs—will get you a brochure called When the Fun Stops.

NOTE:

I didn’t actually lose twelve hundred dollars. After that last fateful bet, Jamie and Evan dragged me to a club to cheer me up. The doorman said there was a $10 cover. Jamie told the guy that I just lost $1,200 in 9 minutes, pleading for mercy. The doorman crossed his arms, considering. He looked at me. Took in the sum total of my character. Finally he said, “I’ll only charge him $5.” See? A happy ending. I really only lost one thousand, one hundred and ninety-five dollars.


1Postscript: This isn’t over. Caesar’s only has my money temporarily. Someday I’ll return with a $1,200 bet on black, and someday I’ll break even. Even if it takes me a decade.